Clean It!

"Honey, why is a fugitive hidden here? What if the police find out?" Wulan added.

Anton chuckled, "Noone who dare to sue me, even police. after all, it will be caught unless we hand it over."

Julian's face heated up. complete Anton planned in a structured manner. How sly. Not too anarchic like thugs in general, but from the look in his eyes, he has a lot of tactics to paralyze the enemy. His mind is more dominant and his calm demeanor is quite respected. This is the type of person who makes everyone have to make hundreds of times before working with him.

"As the first task, you have to clean the rooftop area. Anyway, my wife and I have to go back shopping. If you don't finish yet, you will get the consequences."

Arriving at the rooftop, Julian's point of view. very wide. resembling an eccentric outdoor cafe. There were drink bottles strewn on the tables. complete with cigarette butts that fill the ashtray. Julian suspected that this place was deliberately used for a meeting of Anton's men. In Julian's mind, he also imagined that the meeting was also equipped with beautiful and sexy girls.

'If you just clean it, it's easy.' Julian thought. however, he was shocked when Anton's subordinate gave him a bucket containing a bathroom brush and mildew cleaning liquid.

"Brush the edges of the moldy walls. Must be clean and shiny!" his orders were similar to Anton. Then they just left Julian.

Julian moved towards the edge of the wall in question. Up close, you can see mushrooms growing on the surface of the roof's dividing wall. Julian followed wherever there was fungus, until he realized that almost the entire white wall was covered with mold!

The ugliest curses came out of Julian's black sexy lips. making Anton deliberately work on him. Maybe this was because Julian was determined to kick Anton the other day. Anton did not respond by catching up directly, but it was worse than that.

Now like it or not, Julian had to clean it with only the brush and the liquid. He did it as soon as possible because it was getting late.

The mighty body was visible. filled his shiny burly body. Julian while while wiping the sweat from his forehead using his muscular arms. It was only then that he realized that his muscular posture was clearly imprinted on his sweat-drenched shirt. He also opened his shirt by crossing upwards, exposing the neat hairs that were sticking out of his armpits.

Julian just put his clothes on the wall. Then he continued scrubbing keep rubbing. If you look at it from behind, you can see his broad back muscles moving and his shoulders look solid. Very spoil the eyes of women.

If he was on the rooftop with a beautiful woman, Julian would have been more enthusiastic about scrubbing. Especially if the woman is rocking a striptease in front of her. It is certain that Julian's energy has increased many times because of his pleasure.

Unfortunately it's just a fantasy. In fact he is alone. Likewise with love. Amber is no longer with him. The woman who he considered as a place of release of lust as well as affection, had turned to another. Leaving quite a gaping wound for the man.

Julian's work was finished as evening broke.

Julian sat on the floor throwing his body against the wall. Regulating his roaring breath. He held his shoulder which was sore from moving around. Anton is an asshole. You'll see, Julian will reply someday.

Julian touched his dry throat. He rose from his seat. He draped his t-shirt over his shoulders as he walked down the stairs with his bulging body. He intended to go to the kitchen to get a drink there. It would be stupid if Anton's men caught him.

As he walked into the kitchen, he was stunned to hear the sound of sobs.

Julian slowed down while checking his hearing. Her voice came from a room near the kitchen that seemed to be the maid's room.

His guess was right, from the gap in the open door. Seen a woman in her thirties. Wait a minute, is that Dewi? thought Julian who immediately became familiar with the woman who made him drink earlier. Drinks that were left alone even though he was tired of being made.

Julian's instincts were not to see a sad woman. His soul rebelled to protect him. So he knocked on the door and went inside.

Dewi was shocked. He was astonished by a foreign man who suddenly entered his room.

"What do you want?"

"Calm down. I heard Ms Dewi was crying. If you don't mind, you can just tell me," said Julian politely. He kept his distance so that Dewi felt safe.

"None of your business! Get out of here!" Dewi spreads her arms, but enjoying it looks stealing glances at Julian's lumpy chest, as well as his muscular stomach.

"Don't be like that, Ma'am. Don't keep your problems to yourself. It's better with me, so that Ma'am is relieved. I'm new here anyways, there's no way I can do things."

Dewi silent. From the frown on his forehead, he looks considerate. Then he asked Julian to close the door.

"Close the door."

Julian didn't say that. Even when Dewi asked him to sit down, he complied.

"Just think of me as an old friend, Ma'am, you can talk to your heart's content, Ma'am," said Julian with the most charming smile. The spotlight looks directly at sympathy, although it is more dominant to lust.

"My husband dumped me for his new wife, huhuhu...." Dewi began to express her heart. Julian nodded. Eyes fixed on the beautiful circle hanging behind the negligee. Solid contains.

"Wow, that's a shame. Even though Ma'am still looks beautiful, you know. Your husband must be sorry for wasting Ma'am," replied Julian, who was crawling down. Something was sticking out behind the negligee, right at her slender groin. Triggering Julian to want to just put up with his negligee.

Dewi's face blushed. Yes, slowly this beautiful woman will fall into his arms.

Julian agreed. Two of his men immediately took Julian upstairs, while the old Bangka came out with his two young wives.

Julian glimpsed Dewi who had just emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of two drinks. His gaze was glaring at Anton who left with his two wives.